¤ Together with his backing group, The Aces (Wilson James + Easton Barrington Howard), Desmond Dekker (1941-2006) had one of the first international Jamaican hits with «Israelites» ↓
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
so that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelite. Aah.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelite. Aah.
My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, Israelite. Aah.
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go.
I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor a poor me, Israelite. Aah.
After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm.
Poor a poor me, Israelite. Aah.
Poor me, the Israelite.
I wondering a working so hard.
Poor me, Israelite,
look down on-a me sir.
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¤ Misty In Roots ⇓ ‘Food, Clothes & Shelter’
«Food, clothes and shelter – all the poor man’s asking for . . .«♦ Misty in Roots ↓ ‘Musi-u-tunya’
«On the borders of Zimbabwe and Zambia lies one of the greater wonders of Mother Africa. The Smoke That Thunders (Musi-O-Tunya) stands a monument to Africa. There is so much which was never told.»÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
¤ Macka b ⇓ ‘Don`t drink too much (if you cannot take it…)’
This next one is for those people who drink too much alcohol, right!Everywhere I go, I see some people who drink MORE than they can take, d’you understand?
I don’t drink at all. If you want to drink,you can drink, it’s your body, right? But you must know your limits, all right? This one is called don`t drink too much if you can not take it, it might be better if you smoke Mariuhana!!!
Now you have some people, their idea of a good night out is to go to the pub, drink whole heap of lager and then vomit!
Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it, don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it.
Nah drink too much if you can’t take it, nah drink too much if you can’t hold it.
Some people, you don’t see them sober, every night they go to the pub round the corner,
Never drink less than twelve pint of lager, pump up their belly like a tank full of water,
Straight to the Indian restaurant after, make a lot of noise and distress the waiter,
Eat chicken curry and a couple of somosa, then they vomit on somebody’s shoulder,
Wake up next morning with a hangover, light head sound like a bulldozer,
Feel like a double decker bus run them over, feel like Tyson give them a right hander.
Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it, don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it.
Nah drink too much if you can’t take it, nah drink too much if you can’t hold it.
One drink and they’re gone some people, one drink and they’re gone gone gone gone,
One drink and they’re gone some people, one drink and they’re gone!
Like the girl me used know by the name of Susie, one glass of vodka she get tipsy,
Tell everybody her life story, any man want her well she’s very easy,
One night she’s so drunk, totally, she no remember, not a thing about he,
Nine months later, plump baby, but the bad thing is she no know the daddy,
If a Tom, if a Dick or it could be Harry, could be Fred could be Jack or could be Larry,
Could be Jack, could be Jill but it could be Harry, the only thing me can say is it was not me.
Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it, don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it.
Nah drink too much if you can’t take it, nah drink too much if you can’t hold it.
Don’t drink too much if you cannot take it — it’s better if you smoke marijuana, watch me now!
Me love, love, lo, lo love the marijuana, love, love, lo, lo love the marijuana, . . .
put up ya one if you smoke marijuana, raise ya one cause you love sensimilia,
in a Rizla, in a paper, anywhere me have them me have fi,
I wanna get high, so high, I wanna get high, so high, one draw, one draw, one draw, one draw
Eh Macka B, hear what I say, give us some of that sensei!
Eh swala B, hear what I say, give us some of that sensei!
Love, love, lo, lo love the marijuana, love, love, lo, lo love the marijuana, love, love, lo, lo love the marijuana, love, love, lo, lo love the marijuana
In a Rizla, in a chalwa, anywhere me them me have a smoke up the ganja,
You know the say the ganja and the paper to light, ganja make ya….
Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it, don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it.
Nah drink too much if you can’t take it, nah drink too much if you can’t hold it.
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♦ Ernest Ranglin ↓ ‘Stop That Train A KetchAfire Mx Up’
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◊ Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry ↓ ‘Pum Pum‘ ←
Reggae legend Lee «Scratch» Perry teams up with Jay Will to make his first ever music video.
→http://www.fuse.tv/2012/10/fuse-qa-lee-scratch-perry
→http://www.upsetter.net/scratch/
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♦ N.E.M.O. ↓ ‘Pum Pum’
A true man of the world, up-and-coming sing-jay Nemo lived in Venice, Paris and London before emigrating to Jamaica in 2000. Four years later, he was discovered by producer Jah Thomas, and the result is Cross-Breed, Nemo’s debut album. Despite being a «white bwoy,» Nemo is making a name for himself in the Jamaican dancehall scene, earning him the nickname Cross-Breed because of his white skin but black sound.
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♦ Jah Levi & The Higher Reasoning ↓ ‘Black Star Liner’ [2009]
Seven miles of black star liners coming in the harbour . . .
I can see them coming in, I can see Idrens running,
I can hear the elder saying: ‘These are the days, for which we been praying.’
Seven miles of black star liners coming in the harbour. . .
It’s repatriation, Black liberation,
Now the time has come, Black Man, you’re going home.
Seven miles of black star liners coming in the harbour . . . yeah … ooh yeah … oh yea!
Marcus Garvey told us, Freedom is a must.
He told us of the Black Star Liners coming for us.
Seven miles of black star liners coming in the harbour . . .
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♦ BURNING SPEAR ⇒ ‘African Teacher’ ⇐
Teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, Teacher
Teach I and I Amharic Teacher
Teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, Teacher
Teach I and I African Teacher
I never be late, I always early
I never absent I always present
That’s why I and I nah sit down inna no back bench
Natty like to be bright, bright, bright
So bright, bright, bright, bright
So bright
African teaching is a part of I and I
Culture O yes part of I and I
Teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, Teacher
Teach I and I Amharic Teacher
I admit we go to school
But we never finish
Not until we reach upon
The soil of Africa, where in
I and I can be teached by African Teachers
O yes I and I can be teached by African Teachers
Teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, Teacher
Teach I and I Amharic Teacher . . .
O right teach I and I and I Amharic
I like to be teached by African, African Teacher
So right, Natty like to be bright so bright
So bright so bright brighter bright
Bright Natty Bright Natty Bright Natty Bright
So bright natty like to be teached by African Teacher
Teacher
Teach natty Amharic Teacher
Is a part of I and I
So right natty
Teacher, Amharic Teacher, African Teacher
Teach I and I and I and I Amharic Teacher
Teach I and I and I and I natty like to be bright so bright
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♦ Steel Pulse ↓ ‘Put Your Hoodies On’ [ft. Baruch Hinds]
CHORUS I
Put your hoodies on – This one’s for Trayvon . . .
VERSE I
This is a plea to all, oh yes, to all mankind
You can’t escape the judgement or peril in this time
Now all the weak in heart, come stand up for your rights
So just and so divine when the hungry get a bite, hey
CHORUS II
Put your hoodies on … This one’s for Trayvon . . .
VERSE II
I’m speaking out to all There’s something we can do
To tip the scales of justice of the flag red, white and blue
No way we’ll shut our mouths Won’t let this thing lie down
This act of homicide That night in Sanford town, oh!
CHORUS II
Put your hoodies on … This one’s for Trayvon . . .
BARUCH RAP
I’m go break it down
I don’t understand it really
Imagine that was me that was walking with my hoodie
Another young life straight taken from a bullet, or should I say bully
Trayvon attacked him? But how could he?
When all the evidence never added up fully
So now we can’t forget the 26th of February
A crime unjustified
And now it’s necessary for us to take charge y’all
CHORUS III
Put your hoodies on … Ain’t no doubt in Jim Crow’s South
Won’t shout my mouth it’s all about the hoodies
No matter your religion – You make it your decision
But if it takes collision – We’ve got the vision
For Equal Rights cannot wait another night, no
But I’ve got this bitter taste
Don’t let this court case go to waste, no no no
He was only seventeen – Only seventeen no
(Woe woe shot down)
Like a dog in the streets…
CHORUS IV
Put your hoodies on…. [Adlib and out….]
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Θ Inner Circle ↓ ‘The Games People Play’
Na na na Na na na Na na . . . Talkin’ ‘bout you and me, yeah, and the games people play.
Oh the games people play now – Ev’ry night and ev’ry day now
Never meaning what they say, yeah – Never saying what they mean.
First you while away your hours in your concrete towers
Soon you’ll be covered up with flowers in the back of a black limousine.
People walking up to you, singing glory hallelujah
Then thy try to sock it to you, oh, In the name of the Lord
Na na na Na na na Na na . . . Talkin’ ‘bout you and me, yeah, and the games people play.
Oh – Oh the games people play now – Ev’ry night and ev’ry day now
Never meaning what they say, yeah – Never saying what they mean.
And they teach you how to meditate – Read up your horoscope and change your faith
And furthermore to hell with hate – Come on and give me some more, and more, and more.
Na na na Na na na Na na . . . Talkin’ ‘bout you and me, yeah, and the games people play.
First your’re giving up your sanity – Turn your back on humanity, yeah
And you don’t give a damn, a damn, a damn
Oh – Na na na Na na na Na na . . .
Talkin’ ‘bout you and me, yeah, and the games people play . . .
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♦ Bob Marley ↓ ‘Redemption Song’
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing another song of freedom?
‘Cause all I ever have … Redemption songs . . .
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil the book.
Won’t you help to sing another song of freedom?
‘Cause all I ever have … Redemption songs . . .
⇑ … Playing For Change
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¤ Mad Professor ⇓ ‘Rasta Dub’
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∇ Horace Andy ↓ ‘True Love’
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Δ ‘Youths of Eglington’ ⇑ (1981)
∇ ‘Sinsemilla’ ⇓
I’ve got a stalk of sinsemilla growing in my back yard
I’ve got a stalk of sinsemilla growing in my back yard
Don’t cut down the cali tree
Cause it makes the best tea for me
And the doctor says it gives naturally
One thing this doctor will need
A lot of food to survive and go to in Babylon
I’ve got a stalk of sinsemilla growing in my back yard …
Yes I’ve walked the streets and seen children down town
Begging everyone they meet and it hurt me
It can’t be right what this world do for the youth
And (for)the little herb i´m selling they want to capture me
I and I don’t cherish wickedness
Because it’s none profit to I and I
I’ve got a stalk of sinsemilla growing in my back yard …
Anything that is none profit
I and I don’t take for it
Pass it, pass it
All over I and I
I’ve got a stalk of sinsemilla growing in my back yard …
There is a red house over yonder
Full of marijuana
I’ve been sitting on the corner
Chatting up with the farmer
I’ve got a stalk of sinsemilla growing in my back yard …
∇ ‘What is Life’ ↓ [with Sly & Robbie (the ‘Riddim Twins’) 1984]
What is life? Life is a spell
What is life? No one can tell
What is life? I try to see
What is life? It’s looking bleak
They control the treasure of our birthright
And to survive we have to struggle and fight
The present confrontation of our mind
The flexibility of our vision
What is life? I try to see
What is life? It’s unity
What is life? I try to feel
What is life? It’s really real
Everyone say they are not excited
While our vineyard exploited
African woman hold me close to you
Help me to find don’t get separated
What is life? Life is a treat
What is life? Nothing but cheat
What is life? Life is a test
What is life? Some man Jah bless
They control the pleasure of our birthright
And to survive we have to struggle and fight
The present confrontation of our mind
The flexibility of our vision
What is life? I try to see
What is life? It’s unity
What is life? Life is a dream
What is life? Life is a treat
What is life? Life is a spell
What is life? No one can tell
What is life? I try to see
What is life? It’s looking so bleak
What is life? What is life? What is life? What is life? What is life?
Life is a treat
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♦ War/No More Trouble ↓ [PLAYING for CHANGE]
Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Oh, everywhere is war, say war – is war – Children
Until there are no longer first class, second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of man’s skin is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Everywhere is war – war – Everywhere is war
Killing the brother, war – Destroying the country, war
For nothing, war – For nothing, war
They going to take care of another brother
We don’t need no more war
Some winning, some losing – Some dying, some crying – Some singing
We don’t need no more trouble – We don’t need no more trouble …
Oh no, oh no no no – We don’t need no more trouble
We don’t need no more trouble . . . Oh no, oh no
What we need is love to guide and protect us on
If you help me down from above
Help from where we get from
Oh, you got to stop the war
We don’t need no more trouble . . .
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